. . . when I noticed on my car insurance bill that there's an increase of $89 semi-annually, with a nice little phrase that I don't recall exactly, but for sure was a polite way to say "now you gotta pay thru the nose because you can't control your foot"
You can guess, yes, this was because of a ticket that I had gotten sometime in the previous six months. For speeding. To be fair, I hadn't gotten a ticket in more than 3 years, so you could call me reformed. More likely, you should just call me Lucky.
Because, anyone who knows me, even a tiny little bit, knows or has heard that I tend to drive like I have a ten-pound anvil weighing down my foot.
This stems from the little (I think my husband made it up) -known (true) urban myth about Utah drivers.
I haven't lived in Utah since I was 4. (Pretty sure I didn't drive back then) However, I was born in Utah. It must be in the water. I'm sure my mom drank plenty of it during my gestation.
LDS women, especially those who have any number of kids and have been married a while, have a lot of meetings to attend. Church, school, and community, those meetings can really add up.
And when you have kids, whether several small, or, many in a vast age range like I do, to prod along and get ready to go with you, it seems that time nearly always is in short supply.
So when we (you can include yourself if you are LDS or a woman, or not; your choice) get behind the wheel of a car, we have to get where we are going in about half the time that it really takes, if you drive the speed limit. And any children who grew up in a household such as this, naturally learned to drive like this. So you have streets and especially freeways full of people driving like bats out of. . . well, you know.
That's my husband's theory, anyway.
If you've ever been to Utah, I think you know what I mean...